EppsNet Archive: Nature

Walking in the Rain

I’m walking in a California spring rain . . . no umbrella, just like my caveman ancestors. Granted, cavemen couldn’t record their favorite TV shows and watch them at their leisure like we can, but they had a more authentic relationship with the natural world . . . Read more →

“Nature” is What We See

“Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven— Nature is what we hear— The Bobolink—the Sea— Thunder—the Cricket— Nay—Nature is Harmony— Nature is what we know— Yet have no art to say— So impotent Our Wisdom is To her Simplicity. Read more →

Within the Circuit of this Plodding Life

Within the circuit of this plodding life, There enter moments of an azure hue, Untarnished fair as is the violet Or anemone, when the spring strews them By some meandering rivulet, which make The best philosophy untrue that aims But to console man for his grievances. I have remembered when the winter came, High in my chamber in the frosty… Read more →